UPDATE — scroll to the bottom of the post for latest developments.
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My instincts aren’t very well attuned to ordinary life in the modern world. For example, I find it very difficult to use my cell phone. I rarely remember to take it with me. If I do, and if it rings, I frequently manage to flip the phone open and then shut it again in the same move, thus hanging up on the caller. I can’t figure out how to listen to messages, or how to delete them after someone has helped me with the listening part.
I also have a very poor sense of direction. I seem incapable of constructing mental maps, relying instead on following specific pathways to and from the places I need to go — sort of like a rat running a maze. I usually leave extra time to get somewhere in the car, since I expect I’ll make at least one wrong turn somewhere along the way. Sometimes I forget where I parked the car, and must walk around in circles for a long time looking for it. Since my sense of direction is so poor, I’m prone to getting lost again looking for the lost auto.
So last night I went to the local university to see the student film awards, during which all the nominated films are shown (some really interesting and experimental stuff BTW — maybe I’ll post on them later). I was going to take a bus, but time got short and so I drove instead. Turns out I took the bus anyway — took it home, that is. I lost the car. I was pretty sure I parked it on 12th Street — I remember reading the street sign as I hustled off toward the university — somewhere near Euclid Street. It was about 5 degrees Fahrenheit with light snow when I got out of the screening, and I walked around for more than an hour looking for the car. It was dark and the cars were snow-coated, making it difficult to tell one from another. Still, our car has a carrying rack on top, which gives it at least a bit of visual distinction. Finally I gave up, hoping for better luck this morning in the daylight. It’s possible I parked illegally and the car was towed away, but I couldn’t call while I was out there looking — I actually had the cell phone with me, but the batteries were dead. I called the police when I got home, but they had no record of our car having been impounded. They suggested I call back in the morning in case the paperwork hadn’t cleared yet. So I’ll do that before hopping back on the bus and resuming my search (temp. currently 5 below Fahrenheit).
Maybe I’ll take my new mini-videocam with me to record my adventures, try to restore at least a semblance of my dignity by turning it into a documentary.
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Later that day…
If for some reason you don’t want to watch 9 minutes of me trying to track down my car, you can breathe a sigh of relief — the wayward vehicle has been recovered!